Friday, 2 April 2010

Snowed Under with you. But is over,boy.

There's a cold voice on the airYou've been looking everywhereFor someone to understand your hopes and fearsWell I've thought about that for many long years

So I walk through Mansers ShawI don't see you anymoreWe love to think about the way things wereBut the time has come and I'm glad it's overI don't know why I waste my timeGetting hung up about the things you sayWhen I open my eyes and it's a lovely dayYou know sometimes I feel like I'mGetting snowed under with the things you sayWhen I open my eyes and it's a lovely dayNow you think that you're aloneSo you make your way back homeI'd love to greet the weary travellerBut your time has gone and I'm glad it's overI don't know why I waste my timeGetting hung up about the things you sayWhen I open my eyes and it's a lovely dayYou know sometimes I feel like I'mGetting snowed under with the things you sayWhen I open my eyes and it's a lovely day

I don't know why I waste my timeGetting hung up about the things you sayWhen I open my eyes and it's a lovely dayYou know sometimes I feel like I'mGetting snowed under with the things you sayWhen I open my eyes and it's a lovely day.